Some nights I just want to create, to continue to write a story, to watch the characters, just like I am making my own movie. Smile. See, I don’t even have to turn on the TV.

I’ve started a fourth book. I have to write. The stories want out and I am almost ten chapters in already.

Today was research, then I took a ride to think about it, then I cooked dinner with roasted chicken, baked beans, coleslaw and creamy sliced avocado.

Now I’m ready. I open my computer and lay my hands on the keys.

It’s time for the unnamed one to slip into the story.

He has a plan.

Oh, no.